After months of delighting
Every time I caught a glimpse of
The family of cardinals
That lives in my back yard,
Blessing the branches
That kiss my bedroom window
With their songs,
Dancing with the moon
In their flight,
I put up a feeder
Chosen and filled
Especially for them.

I figured
I can spend my entire life waiting
For that which delights me
Or I can call it to me
And claim it
As my birthright.

My child climbs into my lap
And watches.
“Look, mommy,” they whisper in awe.
And when there are two,
“They must be friends.”

I drown in the serenity
Of the moment,
Melt into a dance with the moon,
And claim the joy
Of flight.